Poetry, Art, Storytelling, & Life
Some days I'm super neat, and some days I make a mess. Some days I just feel cursed, but most days I know I'm blessed. Some days I let it all hang out, and some days I wear I mask. Some days I just sit and read, and some days I move and dance. I'm... Continue Reading →
Some days I wish, I did not have to return from my dreams, That I could stay there. where my body does not control my life, and I can move freely. Where I am not an extension of those around me, but instead a lone soul, that can breathe and fly free. A place where... Continue Reading →
